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Topic: John Updike |
b0b
From:
Cloverdale, CA, USA
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Posted 31 Jan 2009 10:28 am |
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| John Updike wrote: |
Requiem
It came to me the other day:
Were I to die, no one would say,
“Oh, what a shame! So young, so full
Of promise — depths unplumbable!”
Instead, a shrug and tearless eyes
Will greet my overdue demise;
The wide response will be, I know,
“I thought he died a while ago.”
For life’s a shabby subterfuge,
And death is real, and dark, and huge.
The shock of it will register
Nowhere but where it will occur. |
In sad remembrance.
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Steve Alcott
From:
New York, New York, USA
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Posted 31 Jan 2009 11:55 am
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| Yes indeed. |
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David L. Donald
From:
Koh Samui Island, Thailand
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Posted 6 Feb 2009 5:34 pm
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Any one who got the respect of word mavens,
school teachers, and Garrison Keillor,
and who's name was a house hold word
deserves a good mention here.
No doubt 'Rabbit' will run from his angst
into a long good remembrance.
Garrison Keillor:
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"Be like Updike, gracious and attentive."
"...I think of John Updike, who illuminated private lives
and wrote so lovingly of the world,
who called snowfall "an immense whispering"
and compared a brilliant snowy day to
overdeveloped film."
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Works for me.
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DLD, Chili farmer. Plus bananas and papaya too.
Real happiness has no strings attached.
But pedal steels have many! |
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